The Sex of Tongues

It speaks words
Of many a desire
But for now-
That's not important

First
Your lips will touch mine
And our tongues will reach out
Warm and soft
Slip into our mouths

The perfect touch
Lip-to-lip

Orally
You slip down your wet tongue
Down the line of my panting chest
And kiss each hip
Lower and lower-
Like a wet flame

My lips apart
Frozen, paused for that moment-
Finally breathing, panting
Again